Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why here?

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, let's go get 'em
time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's never been a nigga this good for this
hood
Or pop is hot
Or strong
so many different flows
This ones for this
The one I'll switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To to make up shit
crazy
They paint pictures
They just me
You know
Soon forget who they plucked
They whole from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big verse I'm biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you about
em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer H-O-V
And I'm for more
New York's
Prime Minister back to finish my up

What more can I
more can I do?
I give all to you
I this much is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already know what I'm
Flying birds down
wet off the step
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if patrol I make payroll
Benz for
they roll
Private jets down to and Caheos
Chrys loads
I don't give a
one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
Head to toe the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
Give me a pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my
a cipher complete
What more can I say Guru play the

We gonna let ride into the hook
snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
they got you in a mag
For half a billi
And your ass Lilly

That mean that you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is
both
I don't mean to
But damn if I don't
Them gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha
That's far from
Far a Harvard student
had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through it
In I'm just previewing it
This ain't the show I'm EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls false accusing it
Back to the
The roof is translucent
Niggas got a Houston
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God me for my brash delivery
But I vividly
these streets did to me
So me
Letting these nit pick at me
me like a pickiny
I will
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You never there
Nigga why I ever care
for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding
Look I embody
The soul of a I really ran the street
I mine
marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole of lines
And I ain't animated, say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you down my lines
Add to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my
On pop
I supposed to be number one on list
We'll see what happens I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)